Make Sabrina follow your orders for one week

“So you don’t want to make a sex video,” you clarify. Sabrina shakes her head resolutely. “And you’d be willing to do anything else so that you don’t have to make said video?”

“Almost anything…” Sabrina amends nervously. She already knows how devious your mind could work.

You nod sagely. “Almost anything.” You let the words stay in the air long enough for your coworker to squirm a little bit. Finally, you smile and say. “Do whatever I say for one week and you won’t have to do the sex video.”

“A whole week?” Sabrina heaves. Her face is full of shock and worry. “That’s too long!”

“Would you rather put out a sex video that will be let loose on the Internet with no time limit?” you argue. She retracts in her chair, knowing that things on the Internet don’t go away so easily. “One week and then you’re done!” you reason. “If you ask me, I’d say that this is a deal! I could have gone for a whole month!”

Sabrina reels at the thought of a whole month as a ****. She bites her bottom lip and thinks about it. “You can’t make me do sex stuff in front of a crowd or anything, that’d be the same as making a video,” she stipulates. “People would just take cell videos or stream it…” she shivers at the thought.

“Hold on, what fun is it if I have all these rules tying me back?” you reply, making a mental note that public sex is a hard pass. “How about this? If I order you to do something, you can refuse, but if you refuse, you have to do the sex tape.”

Sabrina’s eyebrows furrow as she weighs her options, running scenarios through her head. “What if you just order me around all week and then pull a sex show on the final day?” she asks.

The thought of pulling that sort of tactic DID start forming in your head already. You sigh, realizing you’d have to make concessions after all. “Alright… you state five things you refuse to do up front so I can’t order you to do them, then any other request I make that you refuse means you have to do the sex video.”

“Give me ten!” she haggles.

“I’ll give you seven,” you counter.

“Fine,” Sabrina agrees, tapping her chin as she thinks of her restrictions. “No **** sex.”

You look up in defeat. That was going to be the first thing you asked her to do.

“Nothing illegal.”

You nod. That is a fair restriction.

“No bodily harm to me or anyone else,” she continues.

You nod again. It is a reasonable request.

“No bodily fluids,” she lists as her number four.

“Not even spit? What about a French kiss?” you ask.

She looks at you for a moment and gives it more thought. “No poop or pee stuff then…”

You agree to that.

She starts to spin around in her chair, thinking of her next rule. “You got three more,” you remind her.

“Oh! Nothing I physically can’t do like lift a bus, or something I don’t know how to do… Nothing I’m incapable of doing for one reason or the other,” she says, looking for possible loopholes that you could use to get her to do the video in the end. “And nothing that would jeopardize my job or relationships!”

You nod again. “One more.”

Sabrina ruminates long and hard about her final restriction. She looks cute, bundled up on your office chair, deep in concentration, in nothing but a towel. Finally, her eyes light up as she has it. “No videos.”

“None?”

Sabrina shakes her head.

“What about pics?”

She purses her lips and thinks some more. “Pics are OK, but you can’t post them on the Internet or send them to others!!”

With her rules laid out, she looks at you, waiting to find out if you accept the terms or not.